


Among Us

by Devin_Trinidad



Category: Marble Hornets
Genre: Alex is a drama queen/diva, Gen, Jay is adorable, Jessica Amy and Sarah are the best girls of the cast, Seth didn't bring his dog this time, Seth is not paid enough, Seth is so stressed out, Tim and Brian are best bros, among us game? nah, but the title is a reference, hahaha, the mafia game, world's greatest director who?
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-10-21
Updated: 2020-10-21
Packaged: 2021-03-09 00:15:34
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,636
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27135110
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Devin_Trinidad/pseuds/Devin_Trinidad
Summary: In the middle of filming for Marble Hornets, the cast and a few of their friends decide to come together and play a little party game.Unfortunately for everyone involved, Alex is a bit of a drama queen.
Relationships: Alex Kralie & Amy Walters, Alex Kralie & Brian Thomas | Hoody, Alex Kralie & Jay Merrick, Alex Kralie & Sarah Reid, Alex Kralie & Seth Wilson, Alex Kralie & Timothy "Tim" Wright | Masky, Alex Kralie and Jessica Locke, Brian Thomas & Alex Kralie, Brian Thomas & Jay Merrick, Brian Thomas & Seth Wilson, Brian Thomas and & Amy Walters, Brian Thomas and Tim Wright, Brian Thomas and Timothy Wright, Jay Merrick & Amy Walters, Jay Merrick & Jessica Locke, Jay Merrick & Sarah Reid, Jay Merrick & Seth Wilson, Jessica Locke & Brian Thomas | Hoody, Sarah Reid & Alex Kralie, Sarah Reid & Amy Walter, Sarah Reid & Brian Thomas | Hoody, Sarah Reid & Jay Merrick, Sarah Reid & Jessica Locke, Sarah Reid & Tim Wright, Sarah Reid & Timothy Wright, Seth Wilson & Alex Kralie, Seth Wilson & Amy WAlters, Seth Wilson & Jessica Locke, Seth Wilson & Seth Wilson's Dog, Seth Wilson & Tim Wright, Seth Wilson & Timothy Wright, seth wilson and jay merrick
Comments: 4
Kudos: 11





	Among Us

It was supposed to be another day for shooting, but like always, inspiration had struck. After a brief debate between emails and haphazard text messages, it was a miracle that all of the members of the Marble Hornets group and a few choice friends managed to be part of their game. As always, as Seth set it up, a camera was present and recording the session. When asked, Alex had said that it was for “behind the scenes” purposes and who knows? Maybe some of the things that happened in the game could be used for the film. 

Stranger things, of course, had happened over the course of filming. It was only natural that this be recorded as well. 

Once everything was set, Seth began shuffling cards and reciting instructions that he had known by heart since he was a middle schooler. 

However, ornery as he was nowadays, Alex decided to interrupt. 

“Okay, tell me if this is just me—” Alex pushed his glasses up his nose and stared angrily at Seth. “—but shouldn’t I be the one to be the narrator?” Alex crossed his arms and huffed, a little too miffed and prissy to be taken seriously at the moment.

“Come on, Alex,” Amy tried to soothe. She brushed a few locks of hair out of his face and then held one of his hands. Although Alex huffed at her attempts to calm him, eventually he did just that as he sunk back into his chair, a card gripped firmly in his other hand. “Anyway—“ Amy turned and faced the cameraman, “—you were saying, Seth?”

A little relieved that Alex wasn’t raging at him anymore, the cameraman turned back to rest of the Marble Hornets crew. He adjusted his own pair of glasses over his face before continuing with the rest of his spiel before Alex had interrupted him.

“As I was saying, if you were given a regular numbered card, you’re a Civilian. A queen represents the Doctor, the jack represents the Mafia, and the person who received the king is the Detective. Depending on the amount of players, there can be up to two Mafia.” Seth paused as he looked at all the members in the room. “Any questions?”

Jay, as expected, raised a hand.

“And the Narrator just…” His voice trailed off, the effect of which had Seth answering. 

“The Narrator basically knows who everyone is, spins a story about the ones who died, and basically is like the….” The blond thought for a moment. “Kind of like the referee, I guess. Any more questions?”

This time, Brian piped up. “Yeah, you guys want some pizza after this? I know a good Italian place down the street if you’re down.”

Tim sighed amidst the rest of the group who either chuckled or glared at Brian. “We just had lunch, Brian.”

The man in question laughed. “I’ll pay if that’s what got you worried.”

Sarah snorted a little into her cup full of soda, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m up for that.” Suddenly, she narrowed her eyes at Brian, her head canting to the side in suspicion. “You’re not subtly manipulating us into giving you money later, are you?”

Affronted, Brian rolled his eyes at his fellow actress. “Come on, Sarah! Just because I’m majoring in psych doesn’t mean—“

Alex stage whispered, “Lies. All of it lies!”

Brian collapsed onto the back of the couch that he was sharing with Tim and Sarah. “Come on!”

Jay, who had been quiet for some time raised his hand again. Seth, seeing this, nodded his head patiently for the script supervisor to say his piece. 

Relieved that at least someone was allowing him to speak, Jay sighed before adjusting his hat and saying, “If we want to get one round over and done with, we should start now. I’ve got something to do later.” 

“What do you mean by that, Merrick? Did you finally ask out that—“

Jay played with the brim of his hat, but managed to send a scathing look that promised death at Alex. 

“The word ‘no’ comes to mind,” Jay muttered, “ but that would mean actually giving you the time of day.”

Everyone in the room “oohed” and “ahhed” at that exchange. Of course, since he wasn’t used to being the center of attention, Jay found himself blushing a little before turning back to Alex.

“Sorry about that, I just—“

Alex chuckled before waving off the script supervisor. “Don’t worry about it. I know you’re busy around this time of day, anyway.”Alex then sighed before turning back to Seth. “Any more commentary we need, or are we good to go?”

Seth nodded. “That should be good for now.” Seth turned towards all of the rest of the members of the group. “If you have any more questions, feel free to ask—“

“Nah, sink or swim,” Brian added a bit unhelpfully. “Helps with the whole learning process and whatnot,” he added a little cheekily when Seth looked at him with a look that bordered on irritation and fond exasperation. 

“—that too, but feel free to ask me questions because Alex has no idea what he’s doing with this whole bonding process thing.”

As Amy tried to stop Alex from sputtering out how he was the one to have the grand idea of having this activity to strengthen relationships between everyone so that the acting could be “more natural”, Seth began Night One.

“And sleep!”

Obediently, everyone closed their eyes or hid their faces with their hands. Like little children, they muttered amongst themselves in mock protest or made fake yawning noises that reverberated throughout the room. 

Seth pinched the bridge of his nose. 

He was not paid enough for this.

Then again, as he peered at Alex who had his head buried in Amy’s lap, it wasn’t like he was going to be paid a lot in the long run anyway. 

“Night One… Here in this town of Newport, Alabama, there lived a famous director who was planning on making a masterpiece that was going to rock this entire world.”

If Seth watched closely, he would have seen Alex smirk into Amy’s thigh. Amy, on the other hand, knew the exact expression on her boyfriend’s face and smiled a little despite herself. A stray hand of hers ruffled Alex’s light brown hair. That, Seth did see, and he couldn’t help but chuckling a little to himself before continuing with his little story. 

“However, in that same town of Newport, there were people out there who wanted to kill this famous film director!” 

“Gasp!” That was probably Jessica or Sarah.

“Now who would want to do that?”A mock question with way too much irony. That one was definitely from Brian. 

“Yeah, who would want to kill me?” Alex. No one else would have that same self-satisfied pride in being a film student.

“Who said someone was going to kill you?” And, that last one was from Tim. It was about time that Tim got sassy. 

Honestly, Seth was getting worried. 

Still, he had a job to do.

“Come on guys, if we want to finish this game of Mafia, we really have to be quiet.” Ah, and his savior of the night: Sarah.

“Sarah, of course, is right.” Seth checked his watch and decided to hurry up the session. “Anyway, as the night wore on, the Mafia were lurking! Mafia, awaken!” 

At that, two members of the group opened their eyes. Once they connected eyes with each other, they deliberated and before long, Seth could see the object of their murderous machinations right before his very eyes. It might have taken a good fifteen seconds or so of deliberation, but in the end, Seth approved of their first choice of death. 

“All right, if your decision is final concerning your victim, go back to sleep. And now, I would like to ask the Detective to use whatever resources they have to investigate the Mafia.” 

It took a couple seconds, but the Detective woke up and after a couple more uncertain seconds, the Detective finally pointed at the person near them. Seth shook his head and then said, “Nice try, Detective, go back to sleep. Finally, I’d like to ask the resident Doctor to take care of their patient.”

When the process with the Doctor was over, Seth announced that the night was over. Once the announcement was made, all seven members of the group rose up and began deliberating. As per usual, Alex’s voice was heard above the rest, with Brian quickly pulling up from behind to spill the beans on who he thought was the Mafia.

It was Jay, however, who got Seth’s attention. Although his voice wasn’t as powerful as Alex’s or influential like Brian’s, Jay still managed to grab Seth’s attention. 

“How many Mafia are there? We’re playing with two, right?” 

“Calling it right now, Jay is definitely not a Civilian.” Jessica smiled cheekily at Jay who looked at her like she had grown three heads. “Come on! Everyone knows that once you start asking questions, you’re either Mafia or the Detective! You can’t lie to save your life and in this game, that’s pretty much everything.”

Jay made as if he wanted to protest, but Seth decided to cut them off before any misinformation could spread. After he was done clarifying, they could start backstabbing and ganging up on each other. 

“This will be the last time I’ll explain, but we have two Mafia, one Detective, one Doctor, and the rest of you are all Civilians. The only one who knows who the Mafia should be the Narrator unless the Detective guesses right. Capisce?” 

Everyone nodded.

Then the chaos began.

Someone claimed that rustling from one end of the room signified that at least one occupant was Mafia. Others began suspecting based on interactions alone and personality characteristics of the players. 

It was really interesting given that they didn’t know who died yet.

“Oh, and Sarah is dead.”

Sarah breathed out the heaviest sigh Seth had ever heard and slouched back against the back of Jessica’s knees. Jessica, who had until that point had been surveying her surroundings and generally keeping chill, gently patted Sarah’s soft hair, her fingers threading through the long locks. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to give you the best eulogy ever.” Jessica thought for a moment. “Oh, and Alex is definitely the Mafia.”

Alex exploded. 

“Hey! You can’t just making senseless accusations and—“

“Generally, you can,” Tim interjected. 

“I wasn’t talking to—“

“And why do you think that Alex is the killer, Jessica?” Seth didn’t know why he was trying to play peacemaker among such a colorful cast of characters, but he thought it necessary because Alex was… a bit unsteady and unstable concerning his emotions over the past few weeks. What with the stress and the threat of classes looming overhead… It was a miracle that Alex managed to grant the group some time to play a stupid game when it could have been used for more time to film Alex’s vision of a great film. “Remember, the best way to play this game is to make sure that there are good explanations for those accusing and the accused. And if we’re going by the rules, you’re given two minutes to defend or bring someone else into the hot seat.”

Alex panicked for a second before a nasty grin spread across his face. 

“Well, if Jessica is going to accuse me of being the killer, then I’ll have to do the same!” Alex leaned forward from his seat next to Amy, “I bet Jessica was the one to have killed Sarah!”

Unimpressed, Jessica shot back with a, “Yeah, that makes real sense. I mean, why would I target someone so close to me! I mean—“ Jessica gestured at Sarah who sat neatly at her feet. “—she’s practically sitting on top of me.”

“Psychologically, though,” Amy managed to pipe up. She tapped her chin with a look of contemplation, but still managed to give off an air of wicked mischief. “It would make sense. I’ve played Mafia before with my family and most first timers usually go for those closest to them. Alex isn’t being far off here.”

Gleeful, Alex hugged his girlfriend close to his chest while he crowed in delight. “See! At least someone believes in me!”

Tim turned to the resident psych major. “Is that right, Brian? Or have we got ourselves a Bonnie and Clyde situation?”

Brian shrugged. “Dude, like… I’m not sure if the rules of group process apply to Mafia and Alex’s big ego.” Tim blinked, a little unimpressed at that as Alex crossed his arms over his chest. “We’re talking Freudian levels ‘big’, Tim.”

Seth pointedly glanced at his watch and spoke up, which effectively cut off Alex’s retort neatly. “Guys, we’re quickly coming up on those two minutes. Either boot Alex now or Jessica.” Seth smiled in Jay’s direction, the action easily taken notice of by the script supervisor for Marble Hornets. 

Tim, who at that moment, had been mostly silent throughout the conversation finally piped up. “We could always boot Amy.”

“What?” Unsurprisingly, that retort came from Alex. He twisted around the couch, almost as if shielding Amy from the others would stop the others from voting her out the game. Unfortunately, that would not be the case, but Alex didn’t know that. 

Yet.

“You can’t just vote out someone without explaining—“

Seth, with all the wherewithal of someone who liked chaos more than life itself, began counting down.

“Ten…”

“Come on, it fits now that I think about it!”

“Alex.”

“Nine…”

“Jessica!”

“Hit ‘em where it really hurts: Amy.”

“You know what? Why not?”

“Eight…”

“Guys, I’m a Civilian, but whatever.”

“What do you mean—“

“Seven…”

“—whatever? Defend yourself!”

“Come on Alex, it's just a game.”

“Six…”

“Alex has got a point. Shouldn’t we—“

“Five…”

“—at least try to get some sort of evidence before—“

“Four…”

“—pushing others out of the game?”

“Jay, we’re, like, almost done with the countdown.”

“Three….”

“I know, but for next time…”

Seth finished the countdown and then pointed at Amy.

“Looks like you’ve been kicked. Take your place with the other victim in the graveyard!” 

Amy shrugged before making her way towards Sarah. 

“Sorry guys,” she flashed a smile. “Looks like you’ve managed to kill off two people within the first five minutes. Congratulations.”

Seth chided her gently, “Don’t say anything else; you might give them a hint as to what your cards might have been.”

Both victims gave air high fives at the idea that they were now fine friends in the zone of no return. 

Seth, seeing that everyone was now faced with the grim reality that their numbers were surely dropping, began Night Two.

After going through the motions (there were a few coughs, a hint of laughter, and a groan from various members of the group all over the room), Seth commanded that everyone wake up for Day Two. It was at that this point that Alex looked ready to murder someone for real.

Alex was about to speak, but Tim spoke up, his mannerisms calm and his voice drawling with a laziness not really associated with the Mafia Game. In all honesty, Tim was probably doing it on purpose. Not that Alex cared at that point, but it was worth noting. 

“You know what, I think we should have another tactic instead of just guessing.” Tim looked around the room, surprisingly at ease at being at the center of attention. 

“That’s a good idea, Tim, but,” Seth began to chide, “we still need to see the results of Night Two!” 

Tim shrugged, but the slight embers of embarrassment must have heated his face because he hid himself in the collar of his flannel shirt. Not many would have noticed, but Seth did. After all, paying attention in the game was paramount if you wanted to end it without ending more Civilian lives.

Well…

“Night Two ended and…” Seth paused for a drum roll effect that had Alex rolling his eyes good-naturedly and Brian picking up the slack with his own improvised bit. “Brian died!”

Brian’s smile fell for once and he pointed to himself in mock disappointment. 

“ _ Moi _ ?  _ Yo _ ? Tis I who fell victim to the dreaded Mafia?”

Seth nodded. “All right, we thank you for your playing, but you’re getting kicked out as of right now.”

Brian sighed before joining Amy in the corner of what he dubbed the “owned zone”. Behind hidden gestures, all three members of the “owned zone” compared cards and if any of the members were paying attention (for they were now busy either glaring daggers at each other or bickering), they would have seen Sarah and Amy gasp in horror. 

As the members of the group’s volume began to mount in arguing (again), Tim began to take charge. It was a surprise to some, but not to Seth. Tim had been steadily getting more sassy and outspoken the longer he had been on set. Heck, just a few days ago, Alex had been ragging on Seth for bringing his dog to set, but Tim had stood up for him! It was a miracle that Alex calmed down after that, but Seth was proud to see that Tim was coming out of his shell. 

Although, Seth had to admit, it was kind of domineering in a way that might give off the role that Tim was playing…

“I think we should make it clear who we are as characters.”

Jay blinked. 

Alex stared.

Thank God it was Jessica who said something because Seth didn’t know how he would facilitate such a meeting when everyone looked like they were startled by such a request. Then again, both Amy and Sarah began laughing amongst themselves. They had seen who the Mafia were and the other important characters. After the events of Night Two, well… They weren’t all that pumped up for the ending of the game. If anything, they knew who was going to win. 

It was only a matter of time. 

“Well, I’ll start off by saying that I’m a Civilian.”

Tim nodded. “I’m a Civilian, too.”

“Hey! Anyone of us can lie and say that we’re a Civilian and no one would be stupid enough to—”

Jay coughed. “I’m the Detective.”

Alex stared hard at Jay who looked for all the world like he was fully expecting Alex to launch over his side of the couch and then fistfight Jay to the death. Considering that nothing was holding Alex back (Amy was sadly in the “owned zone”), Seth sincerely hoped that he wouldn’t have to run interference.

“Jay. What the hell man?” Alex looked like he was about to tear his hair out. In fact, his hands twitched at his sides as if he were actually contemplating that idea to convey how stupid Jay was acting. “You can’t just go out there giving information like that! Heck, with how colossally dumb that was, I’d even say that you were the Mafia! Do you have any proof that you’re even the Detective? Have you been asking the right questions?”

Jessica, at this point, tried to run interference. “Hey, calm down. It’s just a game. Besides, if what Jay says is true and he is the Detective, that means that he has access to information that we don’t. So—“ Jessica turned to Jay, a concerned look in her eyes. “On the first two nights, when Seth asked, who did you think was the Mafia?”

Relieved that something was going his way for once, Jay answered, “Honestly, I thought it was Amy. When that turned out to be false, I asked on the second night and I thought Brian.” Jay hung his head, “I was wrong on both counts.”

“Hey,” Jessica patted his knee, “you did your best and that’s what counts.” 

“Now wait just a minute.” Alex got up from his seat so that he could sit directly right next to Jay on the floor. “If you were the Detective and you knew that Amy, my dear, sweet girlfriend was not the Mafia, then how come you didn’t say anything? Hmm?” Alex leaned in close and if Seth didn’t know any better, he would have thought that Alex was ready to sucker punch Jay into oblivion. 

“Alex!” Amy scolded. She stood tall and held Alex’s gaze unflinchingly as she rested her clenched fists on her hips. “Don’t defend my honor when it hasn’t been besmirched, got it?”

Much to everyone’s relief, Jay managed to hold his own against the intruding presence of Alex.

Jay smiled at Amy. “Don’t worry about it, Ames. He’s got a point.”

“See? Maybe he’s the Ma—“

“Which is why I have a reasonable explanation.” Jay batted away Alex’s threatening hands and began to speak in a low, measured way. For once, everyone listened to the script supervisor with the attentiveness that one could give to an actual engaged class. “Look. We all know that there are three major players in the game: the Detective, the Doctor, and the Mafia. Every time Seth called out for the Mafia, it always takes a few seconds for them to confer. Therefore, we can determine that the two Mafia are obviously people who are strategic; they really want to win the game.”

“Don’t we all want to win the game?” Jessica couldn’t help but ask. However, as she did so, her eyes happened to glance at Tim, something in her eyes confirming what Jay had been thinking about the entire since Amy had been sentenced to death. “That still doesn’t narrow down any of the choices among the four of us.”

Jay nodded, conceding to her logic. “Right, but here’s the thing. All of these choices, I think, were calculated and done to increase the chaos and infighting. Think about it, Sarah and then Amy? Those two are basically the peacekeepers and without them, everything has been devolved into chaos. Furthermore, Seth pretty much confirmed that Brian isn’t the Mafia since we haven’t heard from anything from him. Speaking of Brian, what’s his major?”

Tim, a little uncertain, spoke up. “Psych, Jay. Why do you ask?”

And then, the most miraculous thing happened.

Alex got it. 

“All of these choices were done logically, almost as if they were participating in psychological warfare!” Alex pounded his fist into his palm—a little close to Jay, which caused the script supervisor to inch a little away from him in alarm. Alex paid him no attention as he rounded on Tim. “And guess who’s Brian’s best friend?”

Tim, with all the drawl and easygoingness of a higher schooler with no plan in his future, merely said, “You.”

“Wait, what?” Alex looked back at Jay, pleading in his eyes. “Come on, Jay, help me out here. It all adds up! The psychological warfare, the fact that the killing always takes around ten to fifteen seconds… It all fits Tim!”

Jessica spoke up at that time. “It also fits you, too, Alex. I hate to say this, but I think you’re the Mafia and if everything else adds up—“ She looked at Tim, something in her eyes that didn’t seem to line up with what she was about to say. “—it also applies to Tim, too.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Talk about throwing me under the bus, Jess.” He turned to Seth. “Only one kill per round, right?” 

At Seth’s nod, Alex piped up. “If that’s the case, then I say we kick Tim out. Now.”

Jay shook his head. “Why? You’re the one who’s always been gung ho and accusing everyone of everything. Who’s to say that when Amy got killed, you weren’t the one who did that? What’s that term again, reverse psychology?”

“So you have been paying attention! Nice one, Jay!” Brian called out from the “owned zone”.

Seth clicked his tongue to chide Brian, but he didn’t speak again, instead, he winked at Jay and nodded a little to agree with him… and to perhaps signal to Jay that he was on the right track. 

If that were truly the case, only Seth knew.

Jay nodded at Jessica. “Tim and Alex are the Mafia, I can guarantee it.”

Jessica nodded slowly. “So, let’s kick off Alex and then in the next round, we’re scott free because it’ll just be Tim, right?”

Jay nodded. “That’s the idea.”

Tim rounded on them both, his face looking a little too red and mottled to be concerned calm. 

“Hey! You can’t just—“

“Tim,” Jessica tried to soothe. “Let’s kick Alex out now and then in the next round, we can start arguing about who’s looking suspicious next round.”

Tim looked between Jessica and Jay before crossing his arms in defeat. As he did so, Jay began questioning Alex and if he had any last words to defend himself that no one noticed (except for the three who were in the “owned zone”) that Tim gave Jessica a look that was… off. 

Seth started the countdown and while Alex made some interesting points that were punctuated with his infamous temper and sass, there was nothing that could be done. After two minutes of raging and stuttered explanations of how the Mafia was not him, Alex had to take the walk of shame and admit defeat.

With his head hung low, Alex stalked towards the rest of the victims. 

Seth spoke up as Jay got up from his seat on the floor to high five a smirking Jessica and Tim. 

“Congratulations, there are still two Mafia members among us.”

“W-what?” Jay whipped his hand away from Jessica’s so fast, Seth could have sworn that he must have gotten whiplash. “How is that—”

Jay then watched as Jessica and Tim pulled out their respective cards, both of them bearing Jacks of differing suits. Upon their faces, there were also matching grins that only bore the barest hints of apologetic intent. For the most part, however, they looked like the cats that happened to catch the cream.

Or. 

Perhaps they looked like the cats who happened to trap the mouse within their claws. 

Tim laughed and leaned back against the couch, his drawl back and his complexion as pale as they come. “Thanks, Jay for lobbying for Alex’s and mine’s behalf. I thought you would have definitely been after my throat considering that I was the obvious choice, but I’m glad that you didn’t. I was just about ready to give you the world’s best performance in deception.”

Jessica knocked him on the back of his head.

“Shut up. Jay just likes his conspiracy theories. Trust me, if I didn’t run interference, you would have been singled out from the start.”

As they bickered among themselves, Seth collected all of the cards and shuffled them, his eyes taking in the wrinkles and suits of the respective cards. 

“Well, here’s the results if any of you are interested: Civilians were Sarah, Alex, and Amy; Jay was the Detective: Brian, the Doctor; and of course… Our winners, the Mafia, were Jessica and Tim.” Seth looked to them a rare look of mischief in his bespectacled eyes. “What should your prize be?”

Tim and Jessica shared a look.

“All of you are paying for our pizza later, got it?” Tim spoke.

“Here, here!” Jessica affirmed. 

As everyone begrudgingly agreed, Seth cleared his throat once again, which subsequently got the group’s attention. 

“So…” All of the members of the group looked at him, a little shocked that mild mannered Seth had a commanding tone to him. “Anybody up for round two?”

Everybody raised their hand—even Jay did so.

Good. Seth shuffled his cards and withdrew one of the Jacks.

It was about time he got to mess with them.

  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  



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